"You've just become a journalist?"

After the reporter Dimmit had filled his stomach a little, Ivas opened his mouth to ask him.

"Yes, Mr. Moriarty!"

Dimmit said respectfully and happily: "It's all thanks to you!" ”

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and his cheeks were already a little red.

"It's almost impossible for someone like me to become a journalist...... Journalism is a sacred and demanding profession, and I clearly don't deserve it. ”

Dimmit said this, a little depressed. But he quickly perked himself up: "But that's because I took that picture of you — I mean, I'm going to do everything in my power to prove it!" ”

"You're going to be a good journalist."

"Because you always have respect for the profession of 'journalist' in your heart. Only when you want to be a good journalist from the bottom of your heart, and only when you embark on this road yourself, can you have the determination and perseverance to overcome all kinds of difficulties on the road, and only then can you have the possibility of going on, going to the end, and finally reaching the peak. ”

His ten fingers were crossed and he stood in front of him like a pyramid.

And Dimmit's spirits became more and more excited: "I will try, Mr. Moriarty!" ”

"I'm optimistic about you."

Ivas said, lowering his voice, "You know what, Dimmit......"

Hearing this, Dimmit subconsciously shrunk his neck and showed an expression of attentive listening: "Please speak." ”

It's not his performance, it's his heartfelt pandering.

Dimmit has had a talent for "seeing people's eyes" since he was a child. Although he has no culture, he can always have a good relationship with people. It's because he's so good at listening. People always feel comfortable chatting with him.

Because of this, he only had a primary school education to have the opportunity to become a photographer for the "Glass Steps" newspaper - this is because when he was working in another newspaper, he was brought in by another photographer as an assistant, and gradually learned and mastered outstanding photography skills.

"Master Janis, I'll be leaving Avalon soon."

Ivus whispered, "Who do you think will be the one who will take over the newspaper in the future?" ”

Hearing Aihuas's words, Dimmit's heart tightened.

He realized the weight that his words might have.

Perhaps it was because he had drunk too much alcohol that he had vaguely hallucinated in the depths of his brain, which felt as fluffy as cotton, as if Ivas would next say "you can take over the newspaper." But his rationality was shouting "this is impossible", calming him down before he swelled.

More likely, Minister Moriarty wants to give him a piece of advice.

The person he has elected may become the successor of Master Janis and the controller of the newspaper.

“…… In my opinion, the editor-in-chief of Randall is a good choice. ”

Dimmit lowered his voice and whispered.

Perhaps because of the desire suppressed by reason, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Really?"

Eivas was noncommittal.

Dimmit continued: "He was the oldest editor of the newspaper and the first person to be recruited by Master Janis that year. That group of people is now dying of old age, and retired is retired...... The only remaining old Mr. Randall is undoubtedly the most qualified person to inherit the position of Master Yanis. ”

"What do you think of you?" The corners of Ivus's mouth rose slightly.

“…… And most importantly, he was the one who promoted me to be a journalist. ”

Dimmit paused for a moment, then whispered.

"Yes."

Ai Huas supported his chin with one hand and said lightly: "But I don't think this person is a good candidate." ”

Seeing that the high-level officials close to him were first excluded by Eivus, Dimmit's heart couldn't help but feel disappointed, but he quickly dismissed it and turned to whispering: "Then who do you support?" ”

"-You."

Ivus whispered.

When Dimmit's heart suddenly lifted, Ivas continued, "Have you thought about yourself? ”

“…… Some. ”

Dimmit's heart fell, and he exhaled a breath and said honestly: "Of course I had this fantasy, and I was excited for a moment...... But that's just fantasy. Because I know that I don't know much about it......"

As he spoke, he became depressed: "And I'm my age...... It's not huge, but I don't have the time to study anymore. After all, I'm busy with work. ”

"And how did you learn photography?"

Ivas whispered, with some kind of low persuasion in his voice: "You can learn to photograph before, and now you can try to become a journalist." How can you not be an editor in the future? ”

"Mr. Moriarty, don't tease me."

Dimmitt grimaced: "If I really have fantasies in my heart that I shouldn't have, I'll be in trouble." ”

Ivus chuckled, "Isn't that just right?" ”

“…… What? ”

Dimmit was shocked.

But Ivas just said, "It's not a joke, I'm serious. When Master Janis leaves, I will nominate you to become the editor-in-chief of the Glass Steps.

"Of course, the position of president will not be given to you - after all, you don't have any organizational experience in this area, so it will be too troublesome for you to learn from scratch."

- Editor-in-Chief!?

Dimmit's mouth grown, he wanted to exclaim, but he suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart with reason, and he reluctantly controlled himself.

"I ......"

…… Can I really do it?

Before he could say this, he bit his tongue violently, and even tasted the smell of blood.

He suppressed his fierce beating heart and said very seriously: "I will definitely be able to do a good job!" Definitely live up to your recognition! ”

Dimmit knew that this was not the time for reserve and modesty – Evas Moriarty was in a high position, and he had someone to find and not to coax him.

Therefore, at this time, I must not take half a step back and show the slightest reluctance!

Once you miss this opportunity, it will never come again!

"As you know, Master Janis is His Majesty's teacher. So when she was there, the "Glass Steps" always protected His Majesty. Now that she is leaving soon, she can't help but worry about what will happen to the Glass Staircase after she leaves. ”

Ivas said slowly, "Do you know what the glass steps refer to, Dimmit? ”

“…… It's the staircase when you step into the round table room. ”

Dimitri groaned for a moment, and then replied, "The steps are set up so that the knights can walk more slowly and carefully." ”

"In retrospect, maybe that's the purpose."

Ivus just chuckled, "But it wasn't back then—how could Lancelot I, who founded the kingdom with great bravery, fear the knights who were a generation younger than him?" As the only surviving and highly decorated veteran of the War of the Giants, the supreme king of an authoritarian country, how could he use such a means to make the knights express their humility? ”

"...... that?"

The Dimmit reporter hesitated.

The answer is that the glass steps of Avalon symbolize the absolute control and self-confidence of the monarch.

Ivas replied, "He has absolute confidence to guard these incomparably fragile and beautiful things, for he is Lancelot I." With this sentence alone, no one would dare to make a ...... in front of him."

The young man with long white and blonde hair had a deep gaze.

Dimitt looked up and looked at Ivas and the night scene behind him.

Outside the window, the twilight is deep and the starlight is faint. The translucent arc moon was already high in the night sky, where there was still a little light.

Despite being much younger than himself, Dimmit felt as if he was talking to his elders, feeling a lot of pressure.

"It's so fragile that it shatters at the touch. However, since the founding of the country, no one has dared to touch it. It's still there, untouched. What is the reason for this, is it because the power of the Silver Crown Dragon makes it stronger?

"No, it's because people are always careful. Because the 'glass steps' are the symbol of Avalon's royal power, the invisible chains that hold the elephants. It is the most important symbol of the beginning of the Avalon nation - stronger than the scepter, stronger than the sword, stronger than the crown. ”

Ivus whispered, "Then you know now why Janis named you The Glass Steps."

"You're so fragile and vulnerable—there aren't even a few transcendents among you. But no one dared to touch it. Because you are the other 'glass slab'. ”

"Then you ......"

Dimmit lifted his heart.

He vaguely realized something.

If the symbol of the "glass staircase" is so clear, how could Ivus let himself who knows nothing, but is loyal and conscientious, and who can still be said to be the editor-in-chief?

Sure enough, Ivas then said something that made Dimmit almost go into cardiac arrest-

But Isabel doesn't have the authoritarian tendencies of the way. She couldn't hold the glass steps, because it wasn't what was supposed to belong to her.

"Avalon will no longer be an authoritarian state. The fragile and gorgeous, precarious, fragile glass steps...... It's time to be shattered. ”

Eivas leaned back into his seat, his gaze deep: "What belongs to her, she will get it." But by no means inherited from Lancelot...... The glass steps that made her always cautious and fearful.

"This is Avalon, which belongs to Isabel. Not Avalon that belongs to Du Lac. Do you understand this?

"—Mr. Dimmit."

Eivers's words were gentle, but they were so sharp and heavy that Dimmit didn't dare to answer a word.

He looked at Ivas in amazement. But he didn't even know why he was afraid, and he didn't know what Ivus's approach meant...... He only had a vague, vague sense that Ivas seemed to be about to change all of Avalon.

An authoritarian country, its law cannot be easier for generations to come-

This is also the glass staircase that remains in the bottom of his heart.

Even if he didn't have any education and didn't read any books, it was still seared into his heart. It's as if the knights had forgotten why the glass steps existed, but never dared to break them.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from outside the window.

"There's a wolf—"

"It's a werewolf! Run! ”

Immediately after, the sound of shouting, fighting and gunfire rang out at the same time, and the sound of the griffin came with the thunder for the first time. The chaos outside made Ivus look back out the window, and Dimmit was barely relieved.

Only then did he realize that he was already sweating profusely.

Today is the amount of three more, and the update of more than 7,000 words, so it's a little late~

(End of chapter)